Oh, your voice is all too familiar. It's been a while, yes? since you last haunted my thoughts. I welcome you as an unwanted guest. An old friend I haven't the courage to turn away. My mind is a comfortable home for you...I've kept your room just as you left it. Messy and disorganized, chaotic destruction, but a snug fit for you, we both agree. Let me undo the lock...I don't let anyone in when you're away.
But I know...you never really travel far.
You always return. Uninvited. Unannounced. The sudden, unyielding darkness you bring feels like a warm blanket, and I curl up inside as you unpack your trunk. Eagerly...quickly...spilling paranoia, fear, panic and crippling anxiety into all the empty spaces you can find. You are a poison I've not yet learned to cure. A disease whose immunity I've never developed. Your poisonous voice breaks all connections, destroys moments, steals chances, questions alliances, decimates walls and burns through trust like wildfire. All of your wretched insanity spills out of me in warm, streaming tears and pounding fists.
You have ruined me today, and I cannot take it back.
But don't get too comfortable, old friend. My weapons are slippery and weak, and I feel myself a sloppy fighter. Unpredictable and messy. But I'll have my grasp soon enough and I will ride your wave. I've more patience than you. You will never get the best of me. You are a joke and a weak army that will always wave the white flag. A blanket whose fibers will dissolve into thin air. You have drowned me in your nonsense, but do not pull the blinds just yet. You will soon be on your way, and good riddance.
But don't go too far.
You are an old friend...after all.
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